No matter how close a person to you has gotten pregnant and produced a human being, it only takes going through it yourself to fall in love with the “wonderful” little things that keep happening to you. Latest in the line of funny things to have happened to me in my almost seven-month journey is the fact that I have turned into an alarm clock. Every morning on the dot of 5:45am, my eyes spring wide open. Wide open mind you, no eye-rubbingly lazy stretchy kind of getting up. Crashingly wide open and I am up, alert, awake, achy and recently, not at all alone. My little Junebug is always up with me, kicking up a storm, dancing away, thinking, “Cool! Mommy’s up- lets keep her company!” As I watch k turn over and mumble something in his happily deep slumber, oblivious to my hour of aimless pottering around the room, I fight the urge to shake him awake and hope this is a pre-birth thing only.